Bach makes my fingers tired. Having tired fingers makes me whiny. I whine about how I can't play Bach without getting tired. I sometimes like circular thinking. It resembles water going down a drain.
I'm planning on marinating strawberries in balsamic vinegar. It sounds scary. It probably is scary, but everyone who has ever 1) tried it or 2) talked about trying it love, love, loves vinegar marinated strawberries. I think I will need real sugar. We use hippy sugar here in the homestead and sometimes hippy sugar doesn't cut it. Or sweeten it. Or whatever. I've misplaced the telephone....hmm.
An Erinku (in honor of Kids in the Hall):
I've lost my phone,
My obvious phone
I've lost my obvious phone.
I'll find my phone
My ringing phone
I'll find my ringing phone
(look up, stupid!)
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